Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.